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Heather O'Leary

Title: Trip to Russia

Players: Elizabeth Maxwell, Heather O'Leary, Ryan Rivers, and Angelica

Location: Maxwell Ranch, The Sky, and Russia

Synopsis: It's time for another big trip... this time, it's off as far as Russia, to get supplies through... the black market? But which is more dangerous? The black marketeers or the government?



LOG BEGINS


Heather O'Leary chuckles softly, "What time is it?"


Elizabeth Maxwell glances over at the clock. "hmm... Just after 6, from the looks."


Heather O'Leary nods slightly, "Shall we get cleaned up?"


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles a little and nods, snuggling gently. "Okay, honey... Lets do that."


Heather O'Leary slips from the bed, her legs still a little mushy and weak.


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles, slipping out right along behind and gently rubbing. "My dearest love..."


Heather O'Leary says softly, "I didn't see Lady...." She teases, and expects a tickle or poke from that.


Elizabeth Maxwell a-hems, then leans back to spank the Heather's little behind. "Naughty..."


Heather O'Leary grins, "ooh.. Again?"


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs and spanks again, grinning. "Okay..."


Heather O'Leary chuckles and slips into the bathroom, and starts up the shower.


Elizabeth Maxwell slips in right behind, and climbs in as well, grabbing a washcloth and soap, and smiling.


Heather O'Leary makes sure to get Liz all clean, while kissing and nibbling from time to time.


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles, making sure likewise to get Heather all nice and spotless, washing every last spot gently, even in the naughty places, moaning at the nibbling when she gets it.


After she is clean, Heather dries off, and reaches for her radio...


<ResRadio> Heather O'Leary says, "Ryan. You back to the Ranch yet?"


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles, toweling herself off, and slipping out to get her clothes. She glances herself over, digging some out and starting to put them on.


Heather O'Leary moves to get dressed as well.


<ResRadio> Ryan Rivers says, "I'm in LA now... But I can be there soon. What's up?"


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles and snuggles tightly, after she finishes dressing.


<ResRadio> Heather O'Leary says, "The trip... You still wanted to go, right?"

<ResRadio> Ryan Rivers says, "That I can... Be there soon."

<ResRadio> Heather O'Leary says, "Copy."

<ResRadio> Ryan Rivers says, "Er... I mean, I do want to... Though having the couple of days off lets me do it without getting yelled at."


Heather O'Leary sighs, "Best to leave most of our weapons at home...."


Elizabeth Maxwell nods a little bit at that. "Yeah... I'd want to take at least one or two with me, but I'm sure the Russians would raise a stink about it..."


Heather O'Leary shrugs, "1 Pistol of some kind..."


Elizabeth Maxwell nods a little bit at that. "Doubt they'd like exotics, but I consider that too dangerous a territory to take the Desert Eagle, lots of people might want that."


Heather O'Leary chuckles, "Most would try for the Laser. Take your Glock?"


Elizabeth Maxwell hmms a little bit. "Would they? I figure we have more of those anyway, considering how many we dragged out of the armory on the Atlanta ship..." She shrugs. "Maybe they would..."


Heather O'Leary says softly, "I'd rather a Russian criminal not steal one from us though."


Elizabeth Maxwell nods a little bit at that... "Okay honey, if you think so. I'll just take the Glock then."


Heather O'Leary nods, "I'll take mine, and a knife..."


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles and snuggles gently. "I need to get a knife one of these days, and learn how to use it."


Heather O'Leary chuckles, "You want to cut someone, Baby?"


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles and shrugs. "Well, I thought it would be useful if someone got way too close when I didn't want...."


Heather O'Leary nods, and slips her shoes on, after slipping her knife into a sheath in the side of her pants, and the Glock into a holster in the back.


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles, snuggling tightly and slipping her Glock into her jacket, looking around. "Guess we'd better go get everyone..."


Heather O'Leary nods, "Who else wanted to go?"


Ryan Rivers is here... Merely resting on top of his ride, the yellow Jetta, just calmly waiting with a large bookbag, which is likely all the luggage he is taking with him.


Heather O'Leary carries a small duffel bag, not the standard woman, is she? She sets it down, and it looks like it could only carry a few changes of clothes.


Elizabeth Maxwell walks out right behind Heather, with a small pack of her own, looking around very quickly.


Ryan Rivers merely lifts his head from the roof of his car, giving the pair a wave from his car as he maintains his spot on the car. "Hey you guys."


Heather O'Leary smiles at Ryan, "Ready to go around the world?"


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs a little and snuggles Heather, tickling.


Ryan Rivers rolls off the car and slides the bag over his shoulder. "I suppose so... Take it you two are as well?" He looks about, trying to see if anyone else is out and about.


Heather O'Leary nods, "Ready..."


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles a little and stretches out. "I'm ready as well..."


"Then I guess we should go?" Ryan asks awkwardly. "There are other people coming though, right?"


Heather O'Leary shakes her head, "Just us. Another Double-Girl, Single Guy Date." Maybe this time, Ryan will stay awake through the Squad Ship ride, so that she can talk to him about something important.


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles a little bit and raises her eyebrows at Ryan, smiling. "Why would we need anyone else? Unless it's for more heavy lifting..."


Ryan Rivers ahs and nods. "I guess so..." he offers with an awkward laugh before making his way to the barn. "Well, I suppose we should get going before it gets too late then."


Heather O'Leary arches an eyebrow, "It'll be morning in Moscow when we land, Ryan..." She smiles, grabs her bag, and walks towards Ryan, "They are on the other side of the world."


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs a little bit. "Long ways to fly..."


"....I meant for me," Ryan offers with a small smirk. "I am not going to even TRY and get used to the different time zone since we aren't going to be there long, I imagine."


Heather O'Leary chuckles softly, "Couple Days, I think."


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs a little bit and shakes her head. "Probably a good idea really... getting used to another time zone will play hell when we get back, for a while."


Ryan Rivers nods. "Exactly" is his simple one word reply before stepping into the Barn.


Heather O'Leary slips into the Squadship, and sits in the... copilot's seat? Odd. "Liz, you fly... I need to talk to Ryan."


Ryan Rivers just arches a brow as Heather says she needs to talk to him, just looking toward the exit for a moment. Usually when girls say 'they need to talk' it never ends well, so the young man just sighs and prepares for the worst.


Elizabeth Maxwell umms, and slips to the pilots seat. "Er, okay..." she grins a little. "Planning your next date or something?"


Heather O'Leary smiles at Ryan, and says... no, asks, "Ryan, I need a favor...."


Ryan Rivers just looks at Elizabeth at her comment, then looks over toward Heather with a look of uncertainty after buckling himself in. "...Um, sure?"


Elizabeth Maxwell glances back at Ryan and grins, flying the ship upward, and heading for the upper atmosphere.


Heather O'Leary bites her lip, and tries to get this to come out right, "Umm... Liz... No.. I. I need someone, to... look out for me, when there is a mission I have to go on," She starts speaking quickly, needing to get this out, "and Liz can't, for some reason go... I'd.. I'd like you to be my partner, in those instances...?"


Oh... It's professional. Breathing a sigh of relief as Ryan thinks that, the cop looks back toward Heather with a shrug. "I don't see a problem with that. I mean, I figure I'd be there for any member of the Resistance in the same way. Nothing to get nervous about, know what I mean?" Ryan offers with a smile.


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs a little, adjusting the ship's course once it leaves the atmosphere, turning westward for the other side of the world. She glances from Ryan to Heather and back, laughing just a little. "So long as you're not sitting in restaurants 'staking out' things... I might get grumpy then." She grins at Heather then, reaching over to tickle her.


Heather O'Leary nods slightly, "Thanks Ryan..." She looks at Liz, and says, "If we were staking things out. I always like the 'backseat of a steamed up windowed car' approach, myself."


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs a little bit and raises her eyebrows. "mmmhmm... I'll make sure I have reason to come along for that one." she grins and raises her eyebrows, then looks back to her controls.


Ryan Rivers just blinks at the 'steamed up window' approach. She must be joking. At least that is what he thinks. Must just be something between Elizabeth and Heather to make comments like that. After all, even if trying to get leads on Diana (who seems to be one for the 'finer' things), he doubts that he'll be expected to do anything that would make things awkward. But of course, Ryan's track record on guessing how missions go has not been exactly the best.


Heather O'Leary smirks, "But that just wouldn't be stealthy, dear." She continues to Tease.


Elizabeth Maxwell reaches over and pokes Heather quickly, grinning. "silly..."


Ryan Rivers just gives a smirk to the pair and shrugging. "Either way... It will be fine," Ryan replies before looking out the window.


Heather O'Leary nods, and turns to see where they are, "Anyone remember the name of the person Pyotr told us to contact?"


Elizabeth Maxwell hmms... "I'm not sure..." She tries to remember.


"...You mean you don't know," Ryan asks with a sigh, just facepalm. "Guess we just radio him and ask, right?"


Heather O'Leary chuckles, "I wrote it down, it's in my duffle bag...."


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles a little bit and nods. "Oh..." She shrugs a little bit, and looks on as the ocean is crossed.


Heather O'Leary shrugs slightly, "I was just hoping someone remembered, so I didn't have to dig it up."


Elizabeth Maxwell nods a little bit and smiles. "Give me a minute, I'll remember..."


Ryan Rivers shrugs faintly. "Not I... I just work here," he offers with a small smile, just continuing to do his window watch, seeing the world pass under him calmly.


Heather O'Leary just sits quietly, as the Ocean passes by underneath them.


Elizabeth Maxwell looks over the ocean as well, trying to think.


Elizabeth Maxwell hmms after a moment. "Sergey something... Nikolaevich I think?"


Heather O'Leary nods, as Liz's words jolt her mind, "Sergey Nikolaevich..."


Still just watching out the window, Ryan looks back at the girls at the awkward silence, tapping his fingers along the wall for awhile, not wanting to interrupt anything... He just arches a brow at Elizabeth... Since he never heard the name, it isn't as if he could be of any real help.


Elizabeth Maxwell glances back at Ryan and smiles a little bit. "Doing okay back there?"


Heather O'Leary looks through a file she got from the internet, about this Nikolaevich, having grabbed her duffel, and pulling it out. "Ex KGB... Lovely."


Ryan Rivers shrugs. "Nothing much... Just chilling the back, watching stuff... Wish I brought my Game Boy... I would use my cell phone, but it has crappy games on it."


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs a little and rolls her eyes. "Ah..." She glances over to Heather then and groans. "Ah. Just the people you were worried about, yes?" She smiles a little.


Heather O'Leary nods slightly, "Some... But he's been out of the KGB for some time. Ever since, he's been dealing on the Black Market."


"And is there a special reason as to WHY we are dealing with him?" Ryan replies, his eyes to the landscape underneath him.


Elizabeth Maxwell nods a little bit at that, considering. "If he's been supplying resistance groups, I'm sure he'll be fine. I'll trust Pyotr, anyway." She glances back. "Pyotr recommended him."


Heather O'Leary nods slightly, "Plus, he can access to British Parts for the Harrier... I can't fly her without a bunch of maintenance..."


Ryan Rivers just ahs and nods. "Well, if he is trustworthy, what is the problem then?" Ryan asks with a simple shrug. "Just get in, get the parts, get out... Easy as pie."


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs a little bit. "I'm just teasing Heather about it, since she was making jokes earlier about ex-KGB people spying on Americans, whether some might be selling information to people who might turn it over to the enemy, and such."


Heather O'Leary shrugs, "It is just hard for me to trust Ex-KGB members. I've heard bad rumors."


Ryan Rivers shrugs faintly, looking to his concealed weapon. He left the Eagle at home, but has the Glock as per usual. "Well, I doubt it will be a problem, Heather... I mean, save something crazy and totally off the wall, what is the worst that can happen?" he says with a weak smile.


Heather O'Leary arches an eyebrow, "Well, want me to list them numerically, as I think of them, or alphabetically." She shakes her head, "I just worry about Diana having spies here... Anywhere, actually."

Heather O'Leary is also, clearly, someone with too much time on her hands, to consider so many things that can go wrong.


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles a little at Ryan and nods a little bit, then glances to Heather and rolls her eyes. "Funny... really funny. Y'know, Ham said the same thing about something you and I were doing once, after I asked him a similar question. Careful you don't get too much like him."


Ryan Rivers shrugs faintly. "No sense trying to look for the bad stuff... We should just do what we need to... IF something goes wrong, we adapt. It's what puts us above the other animals. We make well thought out plans... And mix our own drinks." Don't ask him where he got THAT gem of wisdom.


Heather O'Leary chuckles, "Really? I don't mix my Irish Whiskey.. guess that makes me equal to other Animals?"


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs a little and rolls her eyes. "Silly Heather." She tickles again, glancing back. "and I don't drink at all, so..."


"You have out with Heather and don't drink at all... I'm surprised. Unless you don't drink at all," Ryan replies. While there is the general trend of Irish blood and drinking, he knows that there are some that 'fight the urge' or never had it in the first place.


Heather O'Leary chuckles softly, "My girl is a good girl. Doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, only occasionally needs a spanking..."


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs a little and nods. "And My girl is a little more naughty, so she gets spanked a lot more."


Ryan Rivers just chuckles and shakes his head. "I see," is all he offers on the matter, just looking to his watch with a half yawn, half sigh.


Heather O'Leary looks to see where the craft is, should be there soon, shouldn't they?


Elizabeth Maxwell grins. "She smokes, drinks, and well..." She glances over to Heather with a only half-joking expression.

Elizabeth Maxwell looks outside. "We should be landing in the next few seconds..."


Heather O'Leary says softly, "I stopped smoking...."


Elizabeth Maxwell scritches Heather slightly. "Again? I thought you had once before, but then had one again when you got under too much stress?"


Heather O'Leary shrugs, "Haven't had one in... Has it been a month already?"


Ryan Rivers listens, but says nothing, perhaps starting to get a little tired, perhaps not sure if he wants to talk about bad habits or the like. With Ryan, hard to tell.


Heather O'Leary glances at Ryan, and says softly, "I'm sorry... We should be more polite to you, shouldn't we? Stop teasing you?"


Elizabeth Maxwell hmms a little and tries to remember. "I guess you can be excused the last one you had anyway, you were partially converted at the time."

Elizabeth Maxwell glances out and hmms, radioing the tower control for landing clearance. "We're here... if they let us land."


Liz is given clearance. Someone arranged this all earlier in the week.


Elizabeth Maxwell drops the ship down quickly then, glancing outside. "Yay, we're cleared. Landing now..."


Ryan Rivers just smiles to Heather, shrugging yet again. "Hey... I don't mind that... It's just.... We are here?" While he didn't know what to say for the later part, the arrival is a good distraction for that, just moving his hand to his buckle to free himself as soon as he can.


Heather O'Leary slips from her seat, and moves to Ryan, and kisses his cheek, "You're sweet...." She moves to the hatch, before she can get in trouble.


Elizabeth Maxwell blinks at Heather, then slips up out of her own chair, heading after her, snickering slightly. "And once again she needs one..."


Ryan Rivers just reddens faintly at the kiss, just freeing himself and putting on his bag as soon as possible with a sigh and a weak smile. "Well, lets get going... Sooner we get moving, the sooner we get sleep."


Heather O'Leary chuckles, and glances back at Liz, and says, "Will I be forgiven the second-Hand smoke we will all be inhaling? Smoking is the national pastime of Russia..."


Elizabeth Maxwell makes a face at that. "Yuck. Shoulda brought a gas mask." She shivers a little. "If we sleep aboard the ship, we could keep the power on enough to run the air filtering system, at least..."


Heather O'Leary nods, "Probably not a bad idea..." She steps from the Ship, and looks around.


It is a cool, 40 degrees, in Moscow this morning. Heather steps out, and blinks, "Damn... Did someone bring the fur lined jackets?"


Ryan Rivers blinks at Heather, looking at what she is wearing and then what he is wearing. Taking off his bag, he slips off his flannel shirt, just tossing it toward Heather. "Here... I'm used to the cold," he offers with chuckle. "Me and friends used to go barefoot in the snow and other stupid stuff in the name of fun."


Heather O'Leary smiles, "Thanks Ryan..." She slips into the flannel shirt, "I wasn't expecting this.... It's colder than anywhere in the US..."


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs. "I only have my little blue jacket, it's not exactly meant for this cold..." she rolls her eyes a little, and glances about. "Shoulda figured on this..."


Ryan Rivers shrugs faintly after smiling and nodding back to Heather. "Usually the shirts I wear are enough for stuff in the day. I mean... If you guys have so much money, why not just buy a nice coat here? I mean, it's Russia... Sure they have at least one coat you two will like," he offers with a wink.


Heather O'Leary chuckles, "Oh, I'll stock up on warm clothes. I've been told it gets cold in the mountains..."


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs and nods. "Yes, it does.." she shivers. "Very cold."


Ryan Rivers stuffs his hands in his pockets to keep them warm just looking about. "So... Um, we going anywhere or we waiting for something?" he asks after a short pause to honor the wonder that is confusion.


Elizabeth Maxwell glances to Heather. "Lead on, oh fearless leader..." she grins a bit


Heather O'Leary nods slightly, "All right..." She leads the other two towards the Airport exit, when a limo pulls up, and someone steps out, "Greetings" the man says in Russian, and than repeats it in English, "I am from the Russian Security Force. President Morrow has asked us to help you with certain things. Like a ride to a hotel?"


Ryan Rivers follows after, just being the Token Buff Guy as he tries to keep his shivering down to a low as he waits to finally get to his hotel room.


Elizabeth Maxwell blinks a little at that, following along and glancing to Heather. "Huh... wow."


Heather O'Leary arches an eyebrow, and wonders how the President found out they were coming, but nods. Morrow probably got word through the US Embassy, who would have heard about it, when she set up the Flight Plans and Landing Clearance. She turns to the guy, and says, "That sounds good." She shrugs at Liz, "Yeah."


Ryan Rivers just shrugs in response. He has no idea what to expect, so when he hears about President Morrow, he just figures it was something withheld by accident or for some greater reason. He just remains quiet and in the back, quietly waiting for... whatever.


The vehicle drives to a good hotel. Not the best in town, but not the worst, and drops them off. The Driver hands Heather a card, "Call if you need a ride anywhere."


Heather O'Leary nods slightly, "Thank you..." She moves into the Hotel, to get a couple rooms


The Next Day...


Elizabeth Maxwell lays on the bed in her hotel room, dressed, and watching the ceiling.


Heather O'Leary is showering... and singing. Yup, she is in a good mood.


Elizabeth Maxwell hears that and smiles, slipping over for the bathroom, and opening the door very slowly.


Heather O'Leary is singing a song from the 80's, something about Walking on Broken Glass.


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles, slipping into the bathroom, and pulling her clothes off. She slips up to the shower quietly, and grins, slipping the curtain open at the back and climbing in. "hi honey..."


Heather O'Leary acks softly, and says softly, "Uh. Hi..." She thought Liz was sleeping...


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles and kisses gently, wrapping her arms around and hugging. "You seem to be in a good mood..."


Later On...


Heather O'Leary steps from her room, all clean from an earlier shower. While mentally she is healing from what made her feel dirty, she does have a cleanliness fetish all the sudden. She is heading down to the lobby, to try and find a way to contact the black marketeer.


Elizabeth Maxwell follows along right behind, slipping up to stay near her Heather, glancing about at the hotel at large again.


Ryan Rivers is already in the lobby, seated alone at a table. He is in the clothes that he was in the night before, just in the white T-shirt since he didn't think to ask for the shirt back before he went toward his room. He munches the breakfast food in front of him, looking at a Russian paper, despite his inability to read Russian. He's been up for awhile, one of the first people for breakfast since he was up so late (or early, depending on how one looks at it).


Heather O'Leary smiles as she sees Ryan, wearing a Fur lined Jacket she purchased yesterday, and carrying Ryan's shirt. When she sees him, she leads Liz in that direction, "So, how was the Traditional Breakfast of Bread and Butter?" She teases.


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs a little at that and rolls her eyes, wearing her same coat from yesterday, but more than one shirt underneath it this time.


"Hey now... I eat more than that. I had some cereal." A single serving box of Fruit Loops can be seen, in all English. Must have brought that to have an 'American' touch to his rather Russian meal. Which is a Danish and some bread. Okay, maybe it wasn't too Russian. "So, you two sleep well... Or you not get any sleep at all?" Ryan offers with an odd smirk, which is shown for just a second... Too short to be discerned well. "Either way, hope you two are doing alright."


Heather O'Leary nods, "I'm fine. Looking forward to Some Black Bread and Apple-butter, myself. It is a common Breakfast here." She sits down at Ryan's table, assuming, of course, there is a couple extra chairs.


Elizabeth Maxwell blushes slightly at Ryan and laughs a little. "I'm fine as well. And believe it or not, we /do/ sleep." She mutters the next line much more softly. "aside from whatever else we do..." she glances over at things, and sits in next to Heather quickly.


"Black Bread and Apple-butter? You like that stuff? ...Well, different strokes and all," Ryan replies, just working on his normal wheat bread, having already eaten his cereal. He just gives a chuckle toward Elizabeth's comment, not exactly sure why he said it. Either way, he lets the pause go on before saying, "So... This gunna be a one-day event, or you think it will be a couple of days before we go back to the ranch?"


Heather O'Leary shrugs slightly, actually liking black bread. She learned to love it, when she first ate at 'Outback Steakhouse'. "Hopefully, our 'friend' will have what we want in stock, so we can purchase it, load it up, and go home..."


Elizabeth Maxwell glances around a little bit, looking around for anything and anyone who might be watching them, quietly.


"A simple in and out... That would be nice. Doubt it will be the case with our natural lack of luck, but we'll see," Ryan replies with more of his 'glass half empty' thoughts on how the mission will turn out before drinking some coffee.


Heather O'Leary nods slightly, "Depends a lot on how well stocked he is on Harrier parts and munitions... Plus, Tyler wants some more grenades."


Elizabeth Maxwell ughs a little bit. "Harrier parts... those have to be stored at somewhere else from 'basic' merchandise, I'd figure, due to size. We'll probably have to go somewhere to pick them up."


"As for the grenades? Well, he does go through them a lot though I'd think that he'd would just have a catalog or something that would mail them to him periodically," Ryan says before shaking his head. "Seriously though, I would think it would be easier to just get them from the US government since well, we are a semi-military operation if you are getting pay while working with us...." He nods to Liz. "Well, that shouldn't be too long, right?"


Heather O'Leary chuckles softly, "Tyler's afraid of putting too big a strain on the Government's supplies...." She shrugs, "As for picking up the parts, I imagine they are stored out in Siberia somewhere..."


Elizabeth Maxwell hmms a little and nods. "So on the way home, then. Ah."


Ryan Rivers shrugs faintly. "War is always a strain... And the Russians are fighting the Visitors too. But what do I know... I just work here... Err, LA. Guess that comment doesn't work when we are away from the usual." And..... Back to his coffee with a long sip.


Heather O'Leary chuckles, than shakes her head, "Actually, all of Russia is above the Dust Line." She shrugs, "Besides, the Russians have weapons from before the breakup, that they don't know what to do with. She shrugs again.


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles a little at that, and nods, considering. "Ah."


Ryan Rivers blinks to Heather. "I know that.. but well, they don't help fight on any other front? I would have sworn they would have helped with China or at LEAST Europe."


Heather O'Leary shrugs, "I don't know. Freedom Network hasn't reported anything. Besides, we are giving the Russians a lot of money, since they tax the Black market...."


Elizabeth Maxwell nods a little bit. "And if we start poking into it too much, they might 'invite' us to get lost, when we need to be getting stuff here. Still, he's right. They should be doing something, if their military is still intact from funding issues."


"I am not saying push the matter now... 'Sides, that is for the President to handle. Not us, I'd say," Ryan replies, finishing up his food and with one final pull, his coffee as well. "So... When we moving out?"


Heather O'Leary shrugs, "As soon as you are ready."


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles a little at that, nodding. "So where are we going, when we do move out?"


Ryan Rivers puts on his over-shirt, sighing as he gets up. "Well, if you guys are waiting on me... Let's move out."


Heather O'Leary stands up herself, "South of the Kremlin is a Market place. The guy has a Warehouse nearby..."


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles at Heather and nods, stretching. "Okay..." She smiles at Ryan, and raises her eyebrows. "Well, we don't want to rush your breakfast..."


Ryan Rivers shrugs faintly. "I was almost done anyway... 'Sides, I'd rather be done with this ASAP. You know me... Don't like to be away from LA. While I am not up for being called to emergency calls and stuff like that, still should try and be around... Most so with the promotion and all."


Heather O'Leary smiles, glad to hear the promotion wasn't poo-pooed. She motions to the door, "Shall we?"


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles a little at that, nodding and following Heather quickly. "Okay, honey..."


Ryan Rivers gives a thumbs up, getting one final piece of toast for the road and follows after.


Heather O'Leary leads the other two towards the Kremlin, "We get to play tourist, and point at the pretty buildings." Of course, the Kremlin's only a few blocks away, so walking on a cold morning, is OK to her, "Should we get a cab...?" Or there is that same limo off by the street, that they used yesterday, but that seems too pretentious for Heather's mind.


Elizabeth Maxwell glances around a bit and shrugs, glancing around at the sidewalks and streets. "We'll fit in better if we just do what everyone else is doing."


Ryan Rivers looks about and just gives a shrug, clearly going into 'Mission Mode' where he really doesn't talk that much at all. All he does really is look about from time to time... Just making sure there is nothing too fishy out here. While he figures that would not be the case, even new habits can die hard.


Heather O'Leary nods, and sets off on foot. Yup, the Girl from Texas is wrapped in her fur lined HEAVY coat, and muttering about needing Gloves and a Scarf, but than, she isn't used to seeing her breath in October.


Elizabeth Maxwell digs into her coat, revealing a heavy sweater beneath it. She pulls out a pair of gloves, and one of those hats you see in all the stereotypes of Russians, and puts them all on. She hmms then. "Maybe we should stop and get you gloves and a scarf?"


Ryan Rivers just puts his hands in his pockets, his easy fix for the colder than usual days. He chuckles to Heather, offering a "Well... You get used to it with time... You act like you've never been near anything close to sub-zero."


Heather O'Leary shrugs, pulling the hood of her coat up, and stuffing her hands deep into the pockets, "I'm a southern girl Ryan... I'm not used to this.. Besides, I rarely was stationed in the north, when it was cold."


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles at Heather and wraps her arms around. "Well, you could slide your hands into my gloves with mine, if you wanted..."


Ryan Rivers is about to offer something to Elizabeth, but then figures that she is likely kidding. If not, well, best not to remark on the lack of practicality. So, he just waits, looking around and seeing if there are any cabs about to flag down.


Heather O'Leary shrugs slightly, "I'll be OK."


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles at Heather and hugs tightly. "If you're sure..."


Ryan Rivers merely continues to stand on the outskirts of the two women, trying to wave down a cab for a short time before realizing something. "Um... We taking a cab, or doing public transportation?"


Heather O'Leary shrugs, "A Cab is fine... hard to get from what I hear... And it's only a couple blocks. If you two can handle the cold for that long, I can..." She hopes.


Elizabeth Maxwell pulls her gloves off and offers them over, sticking her hat on Heather. "Here. I'm more used to the cold from being up on the mountain so much, I'm probably better off than you in it. I shoulda done this earlier..."


Ryan Rivers tries to flag for a short time, then just sighs as he doesn't get any results. Sighing, Ryan just prepares to follow after the two. "Well, looks like we are doing it the hard way."


Heather O'Leary says softly, "OK Momma." She teases Liz. She looks over at Ryan, and nods, "It's OK, Ryan. We won't freeze."


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs a little and snuggles Heather, nodding. "We'll be fine. Lets get going, though..."


Heather O'Leary leads the group to the Kremlin, than turns south, for the market and warehouse.


Elizabeth Maxwell follows south right along with, looking around interestedly at everything. "Interesting place..."


Heather O'Leary nods slightly, "It is.. even if I'd prefer not having to come here... Still an odd thought to be wandering around the heart of Moscow, without a KGB or GRU agent following." She has been watching for any tails.


Elizabeth Maxwell sighs a little and nods. "especially since we didn't dye our hair like we planned to, and could be recognized. Wonder how many officials here were even checked for conversion. Probably none of them."


Heather O'Leary sighs, "We did forget to get our hair color changed... I totally forgot about those plans...." Damn...


Elizabeth Maxwell sighs a little, and pushes the hat down further on Heather's head, to hide more of her hair. "No, we didn't..."


Heather O'Leary says softly, "Here, take your hat back, I'll get the hood pulled tight.... It might help."


Elizabeth Maxwell sighs. "It'll be all right... That won't hide all of my hair anyway..." She glances about and hmms.


Of course, it will do nothing, if there are corrupt officials. The names got back to Morrow, so someone in the Russian Government knows, so if they are corrupt, or converted, nothing can be done. Heather doesn't vocalize that thought though, because it is just to scary.


Elizabeth Maxwell glances about, keeping heraself on some sort of guard just in case. "The limo. .. how did Morrow know we were here, though?"


Heather O'Leary sighs, "When I called for landing permission... Obviously the Moscow Air Controllers sent the request up the chain of command...." She sighs, and while she knows Liz didn't read her mind, it feels like she did, because she was just thinking about that.


Elizabeth Maxwell hmms a little and nods. "So someone does know we're here. Great..." She glances about again. "Still, we're not being tailed, so we're good for now."


Heather O'Leary nods slightly, "Not that I have seen...." She gets to the market area, and looks for a certain sign, in Cyrillic.


Elizabeth Maxwell nods a little, glancing up at market signs and looking in windows, and such, to see what they have.


Heather O'Leary sighs softly, "There is the shop we want..." She leads Liz towards it.


Elizabeth Maxwell nods, following along quietly. She glances up at the sign as she follows, interestedly.


Heather O'Leary smiles and steps into the shop. Rather open about being a Weapon type shop. RPG's, Assault Rifles... and is that a Mini-Gun?


Elizabeth Maxwell glances around at the weapons and smiles a little bit. "Nice..."


Heather O'Leary points at the Mini-Gun, "Imagine what that would do to a Squad Ship, or Skyfighter...."


Elizabeth Maxwell looks it over and nods, grinning. "Yeah... nice."


Heather O'Leary says softly, "Of course, shooting the damned thing would take it being mounted on a Truck... Or Post..."


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs a little. "Depending on how it was mounted, I'm not sure even a truck could handle it..."


Ryan Rivers is just in the back, merely looking about with some level of skepticism, not one for gun drooling. He is a cop, not a fighter. He wants to keep the peace, not blow things up. Well, not with guns anyway. So for now, he just remains toward the back, looking over all the goods with a slightly wary look to him. Something doesn't gel with him. Not sure what, but it doesn't.


Heather O'Leary moves to find the owner, shrugging, "Some Helicopters can handle them, small ones...."


From the Back of the store, are Russian voices. Might be one, two, or three. Depending on the Sanity of the person or peoples talking.


Elizabeth Maxwell hmms a little and nods, glancing back towards the voices and raising her eyebrows, then glancing out the store windows, to keep watch on things.


Ryan Rivers arches a brow at the Russian voice, just moving about the his end of the store as he tries to get an angle where he can see the people through a door or something. He wishes he knew a bit of Russian, but hopefully it won't be a big concern.


(Russian) Heather O'Leary stops where she is, and calls out, "Anyone here?"


The voices stop, and two people come forward, and walk out of the store, without looking at the trio. Another man, the one they are supposed to see, walks out, takes in the trio, and in English, asks, "Amerikans?"


Elizabeth Maxwell glances over towards the people slipping out, raising her eyebrows and glancing them over, with a smile.


Ryan Rivers just continues to stand there, merely putting his arms behind his head. He has no clue what is going on, but he has grown used to such things. At least things are quiet, so that means he doesn't have to worry about his life. Of course, that could change any moment, whether he knows it or not.


Heather O'Leary looks to the guy, and nods, "I am an American. Yes."


The guy nods, "Excellent... What can I do to help you?" He motions to the weapons that are in obvious view, "Anything you need to control the world. Best prices in Moscow."


Heather looks thoughtful, "Well, can you get parts from the Original British Factory, for the AV-8b, Harrier?"


The Man nods.


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles a bit at that, watching along quietly, between bouts of glancing at other things in the shop, interestedly.


Ryan, on the other hand, just looks for a place to sit. He has all the guns he thinks he needs for the time being, so he merely wants for the girls to get done with the gun shopping. He looks toward the outside from time to time, trying to make sure that no one is peeking in much through the windows or the door, considering who the 'connection' is.


A Quick Weapon Discussion Later...


The Man shakes Heather's hand, and says, "You can pick the parts, and the Crates of Grenades, and the Missile Pallets from my Siberian Warehouse in 1 hour.... I will go with you, if you wish, or you can pay my man there, after you have inspected the stuff."


Heather O'Leary glances at Liz, to see if she thinks the guy is trust worthy. Liz could always pop into the guys head, but she is not going to ask that. She turns to the Seller, and says, "How about, half now, and the rest on Delivery..."


By this point, Ryan has moved against the wall, leaned against it causally as he waits for it all to be said and done calmly.


Elizabeth Maxwell raises her eyebrows at Heather, shrugging slightly, and hmming.


The man nods, "That would be acceptable." He takes a piece of paper, and writes on it, than faxes it off. Must be the order, with the amount Heather is supposed to pay later on it.


Heather moves to the guy, discusses a few things, and than hands him something. The guy nods, and shakes her hand, than reaches for the phone, and calls someone. Heather seems unconcerned about the conversation. When the guy is done, he shakes her hand, and says, "Pleasure doing business with you."


Ryan Rivers just sighs, making his way toward the door. "So... When are we doing something interesting? Almost want to get to the point where I move stuff. At least I would be walking around," he offers with a small chuckle.


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles at Heather and raises her eyebrows, hmming at the phone call, figuring it's just a call to the warehouse. She shrugs at it, and smiles, pacing slightly.


Heather O'Leary turns and steps towards Liz and Ryan, "We can go... We have a bit before we need to pick up anything, so what would you like to do Ryan? The Business is all done."


Ryan Rivers chuckles with a shrug. "I dunno... Never been to Russia so I don't know what there is to do. I don't pretend to be a learned man about the world," Ryan offers with a chuckle. "Maybe something fun... Whatever you guys are game for."


Elizabeth Maxwell nods a little bit, and smiles. "Yeah, a little fun sounds like it'd be a good thing right now, to hold off boredom."


Heather O'Leary chuckles, "Well, Ryan... Think of Moscow as a Lighter, dirtier, and more corrupt version of New York... And I seem to remember someone mentioning a Dance Club...?" She shrugs, "Other than going to pick up our stuff, which we can do in an hour, or even tomorrow," She continues, as she leads them out of the store, "We have no plans, and I am 'game' for just about anything, except I hear the local strip clubs are sub-par."


Elizabeth Maxwell glances about and hmms. "Dirtier and more corrupt version of New York?" She laughs a little and shrugs. "Hmm... Yeah, I can imagine about the clubs..."


"...Well, sorry to hear that," Ryan offers in a dry tone, clearly not one of the usual cop entertainment. He tries to be good... Even though he does fail from time to time. "Well, if they are that bad, not sure you'd guys would want to go to them. After all, some clubs in out of the US can get really rowdy sometimes."


Heather O'Leary shrugs, "Well, most of the Russian Women that dance there don't look like Anna Kournokova... More like Anna on Steroids, with Facial Hair...." She winks, "If you want Strip Clubs, We'll swing through Amsterdam on our way home."


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs a little and shakes her head. "Silly Heather." She grins a little bit then, and slips her hands up to tickle a little.


"Sorry... Go to confession enough as is," Ryan replies with a smirk, stretching out with a yawn. "We could get a bite to eat though.. Or get a simple drink somewhere. Sure that isn't too big a deal."

Heather O'Leary nods slightly, and is protected from the tickling, by the bulky coat she is wearing. That is something good about cold weather, lots of clothes make tickles easy to ignore. She looks at Ryan, "Well, I drug you halfway around the world, and bored you to tears with the Black Marketering... so you get to decide what we do next."


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs a little at Ryan and snuggling Heather.


"Then lets just find a nice bar to relax in. Have a couple of drinks. Doubt they have buffalo wings in Russia, but a man can dream," Ryan offers as he looks about for some place that looks worth his time.


Heather O'Leary nods, and says, "I hear the vodka is best, if you drink near the Kremlin...."


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs a little bit. "I'll just sit and watch while the rest of you get drunk then." She grins, raising her eyebrows. "That could be interesting to watch..."


Heather O'Leary arches an eyebrow, "If I get too drunk, I expect you to make me keep all my clothes on. Deal?"


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs a little and rolls her eyes at that. "Okay..."


Ryan Rivers chuckles faintly. "I think in this weather, that won't be hard to do, Heather," Ryan replies confidently. "So, toward the Kremlin then?" he asks, nodding off in the general direction. Toward Elizabeth, he shrugs, "Don't plan to get drunk... Not when I am packing if you know what I mean." He isn't exactly sure is he allowed to be packing here, but he figured better safe than sorry and if they didn't have to go through the airlines he could get away with it rather easily.


Heather O'Leary nods and taps her lower back, "Gotcha." Yup, she is packing too.


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles a little and shakes her head. "I was just kidding, anyway."


Ryan Rivers sighs and is tempted to say how only police could take guns into places that serve booze, but considering that he might be stretching the law himself, he keeps his mouth shut and just makes his way toward one of the recommended bars in the area, waving for the other two to follow him.


Heather O'Leary follows Ryan, and remains quiet. She is concerned about what appears to be a lack of anyone following them. Something feels wrong to her about that.


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles at Heather, slipping up and wrapping an arm around her, pausing slightly at her expression, and glancing to her, gently reaching up to stroke her hair, and the back of her head.


Ryan Rivers just continues quietly. He didn't think there was anyone placed to protect them, so he wants it to just be the three of them, only glancing back from time to time to make sure the two are following. After a short bit of walking, he finally gets to a place, the wooden sign that was once hanging over the door apparently torn off for one reason or another. Opening the door for the ladies, he says politely, "After you."


Heather O'Leary smiles, and uses her Southern Accent to sound like Scarlett O'Hara in 'Gone with the Wind', "Why, thank you kind sir." She says, as she slips into the Bar, "Maybe I should order a mint julep?" She shakes her head, and smirks to herself.


Elizabeth Maxwell glances over to Heather and rolls her eyes, slipping through. "Thanks Ryan..." She smiles and scritches his hair a little.


Ryan Rivers just shakes his head as he follows the girls in, trying to see where a good place to seat would be in the rather quiet little bar. He tends to like it like that. Not too busy or the like, so real conversation can be had.


Heather O'Leary moves towards the bar, to see about getting something not too alcoholic, although Vodka WOULD Warm her up...


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles, watching Heather and glancing up at the bar, to see if they serve anything that isn't either liquor, or mixed with liquor, not entirely wanting any herself.


Ryan Rivers just has a Rum and Coke... A rather safe drink, and one he enjoys. The glass is a little bigger than most he drinks out of, but that just means it will have to be his own glass. "So.. You guys don't go out drinking or out like this often, do ya?" he offers with a small smile to the pair of girls.


Heather O'Leary shakes her head, after ordering Irish Coffee. Warm, and Whip-creamy. "I honestly, don't drink a lot... And time is always a factor... busy days and such. If someone invited me more... I'd probably go... but to be honest, I normally feel uncomfortable in Social situations."


Elizabeth Maxwell glances up and down the bar, considering, then shrugs, remembering something she heard once, glancing for any kind of cooler or non-fountain drink, ordering a Mt. Dew in can or bottle, hoping they'll have it.


The three drink orders are filled. A Can is brought for Liz, and the other drinks are returned just as quickly with.


Ryan Rivers just downs half the glass as he nods to Heather. "Well, I'd offer to take you girls... But not sure it would be a gentlemanly thing to just ask out two ladies at once for drinks, even as friends."


Heather O'Leary chuckles, "Well, it would be your call." She winks.

Heather O'Leary takes a drink of her coffee mixed with some good Irish Whiskey, and feels warm for the first time since they left the hotel.


Elizabeth Maxwell opens her can of Dew, starting to drink from it quickly, and smiling at the others. "Nice to have some of the comforts of home..."


"Well, I'll just put out the invite sometime... See who would be interested," Ryan replies with a shrug. He downs most of his drink, leaving only a sip or two left. "I mean, might be nice to get out more.. Get to know each so it's easier to work as a group."


Heather O'Leary chuckles softly, "I suppose my dinners are not social enough, eh?" Her voice is teasing, and she drinks more of her coffee.


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs a little bit at that, raising her eyebrows. "Most of the time they are... You cook good dinners." She smiles brightly. "We should go out and cook again sometime..."


Ryan Rivers just finishes the rest of his drink, taking out some money to flip the bill. "I was just saying that we should just go out for a change of scenery, that's all... But I really need to get back to the hotel room. You guys can join me if you want... But either way, I need my sleep."


Heather O'Leary arches an eyebrow, "I don't think Liz would like...." She shakes her head, "Sorry, said I wouldn't tease you anymore...." She finishes her coffee, looking apologetic.


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles at Heather and raises her eyebrows at that, elbowing her a little. "Well... if you wanna go sleep, okay. Sleep well, then..."


Ryan Rivers chuckles faintly. "I'm not offended... Just tired. Big different," Ryan comments back, just making his way toward the door. "You guys coming, or you wanted to stick around for a bit more?" He just nods at Liz's comment, taking that as they are staying here. Giving a nod, he just makes his way out to head toward the hotel.


Heather O'Leary nods slightly, "We'll come get you when it is time to head to Siberia.... OK?"


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles a little and nods. "Sleep well!"

Elizabeth Maxwell glances back over at Heather and smiles a little, shrugging. "So..." She speaks quietly then. "What do you think might be up?"


Heather O'Leary shrugs, "Not sure... a couple things. 1... Nothing. 2? A Plot by someone to do something... 3? My paranoia might be kicking in.


Elizabeth Maxwell hmms a little bit. "Well, if its two, we're armed, and I stashed a couple laser pistols in the squadship, if we were to need them later on. As for three... not sure what to do about that problem." She grins a little.


Heather O'Leary shakes her head, "Nothing I heard at the shop was related to anything like that... Just mean how it feels to be in Russia, with the possible corruption in the government, and not being followed."


Elizabeth Maxwell hmms a little and nods, shrugging. "Well, did you hear everything at the shop? I assume that phone call was to the warehouse, did you catch any of it?"


Heather O'Leary nods, "Yeah, I caught our side, and it seemed like he was letting them know we would be there, and how much we were paying there..."


Elizabeth Maxwell nods a little bit at that. "Okay. So nothing overly suspicious about that, then..." she glances around a little bit.


Heather O'Leary shakes her head, "Not really."


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles and shrugs. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see if something happens, now, or later at pickup."


Heather O'Leary nods, "I guess so... Just sits odd with me... Last time I was here, I was followed all over town... I was only here once, as Flight Escort for the Vice President's plane, but...."


Elizabeth Maxwell hmms a little and nods. "And all in your shiny air force uniform and all, marking you as American military, yes?"


Heather O'Leary chuckles, "Actually, I had changed clothes...."


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs a little bit. "Ah."


Heather O'Leary shrugs, "Even after the Communist Government fell, the Russians followed as many Americans as they could, fearing Spies."


Elizabeth Maxwell hmms a little and nods. "and yet, we aren't followed, as known Americans... hrm. That is odd..."


Heather O'Leary nods, "Now you see what I mean?"


Elizabeth Maxwell nods just a little bit. "Just hope for the best, but be ready for the worst, I guess. If they really wanted to watch our movements, they could slip something onto our clothes or such, that they could track. Then they'd know where we were, the whole time." She shrugs a little.


Heather O'Leary bites her lip, and looks at her coat, "You... You don't think they already did, do you?"


Elizabeth Maxwell hmms a little, looking at her own coat. "we'd have to search our clothes for it, if they did..." she considers a little bit. "That, or walk back to the squadship, I bet I could probably find any kind of tracking device on its sensors..."


Heather O'Leary bites her lip, and looks thoughtful, "Probably would be safer to do that..."


Elizabeth Maxwell nods a little and shrugs. "If they want to be that nervous about watching Americans for spies..." She rolls her eyes a bit. "Unless they're watching for some other reason, of course..." She considers a little bit.


Heather O'Leary says softly, "What if it isn't Spies they are watching for?" Yup, paranoia 101...


Elizabeth Maxwell shakes her head. "Then they're probably waiting till we're more alone, and it's a good thing I brought the laser pistols, to hide in our coats after we stop at the fighter."


Heather O'Leary pays for the drinks, by leaving an American 20 on the table, and stands up, getting her coat all ready for the cold temperatures outside.


Elizabeth Maxwell gets up, drinking down the rest of her soda, and glancing at the can, hmming slightly. She shrugs then, and shakes her head. Nope, she won't be as paranoid as Heather. Nopenope.


Heather O'Leary is probably paranoid enough for the both of them, "Shall we go visit the Airport?"


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles a little and wraps her arm into Heather's, nodding. "Lets."


Heather O'Leary lets her arm go around Liz's shoulder, as she walks for the Airport.


Elizabeth Maxwell slips for the airport, smiling at Heather and hugging. "Depending on when it was done, of course... When were they in enough contact with our clothes to do it?"


Heather O'Leary shrugs slightly, and forces her mind to think loud, hoping Liz can hear it, o O (Perhaps when I bought the thing... Or there is a chance they could have gotten into our Hotel Rooms...)


Elizabeth Maxwell shrugs a little at the thought.


Shortly Thereafter...


Heather O'Leary glances at Liz, after the scan shows nothing, "I think we had better not stick around... Call Ryan and get him out here?"


Elizabeth Maxwell nods a little bit. "All right..." She pulls her phone, then considers, and pulls one of the portable radios instead, muttering into it. "Ryan? Come meet us at the airport please... We'll let you know why when you get there."


Picking up his radio from the floor after the third try, Ryan gets the device to speak into it. "Airport... Right." Putting down the radio, Ryan pushes off the bed, just getting up to put on some pants and get ready to go, a little tired since he was trying to get some sleep. Guess having a regular sleep pattern isn't a 'Resistance Thing to do'.


Heather O'Leary leans back, "Better make sure he brings all his stuff as well...."


Elizabeth Maxwell nods a little, speaking further into her radio, quickly. "Make sure to pack everything, when you come... we're going to pick the stuff up and leave." She glances to Heather, leaving it open. "Should he grab anything we left behind, as well?"


Ryan Rivers picks up his radio again. "Well, I figured if we were going to the Airport, that was the case... You guys have your stuff already I take?" he asks, sliding his backpack over his shoulder and makes his way for the door. He leaves the travel brush and the various toiletries in the bathroom... They were stuff he had from other hotels anyway.


Heather O'Leary shakes her head, "I didn't leave much, just a Sweater and a pair of pants.... Did you?"


Elizabeth Maxwell hmms a little. "A shirt and pants or two, anyway. And the stuff in the bathroom..."


Ryan Rivers just nods, moving toward the door and closing it behind him. "Last call if you guys want me to get your stuff... Don't care either way," Ryan offers, looking toward the other two doors as he speaks into the radio.


Heather O'Leary says into her Radio, "If you want... Not much there."


Elizabeth Maxwell hmms a little bit and scratches her head, glancing to Heather and raising her eyebrows, speaking into the radio. "I have a couple things in the bathroom, and the bag in the main room... you can dump everything into the bag from both of us, the clothes need washing anyway."


Ryan Rivers just nods and moves into their room, unless they didn't give him a key and locked the door. If he can't get in, he just leaves. If he can, he just does as ordered, putting in the items swiftly before making his way out. He doesn't think about paying the bill as he leaves, assuming that someone else is taking care of it.


Heather O'Leary starts the preflight procedures on the Squad Ship, while muttering, "Good thing I paid the bill with a Card...."


Elizabeth Maxwell nods a little at Heather, settling into the seat next to her, and checking the computer quietly, the nervousness of the situation starting to rub off.


Ryan Rivers continues to make his way toward the street. He doesn't think things are too urgent since there wasn't a 'hurry' or 'now' thrown in there. So he just makes his way toward the street, waving his hand to try and hail a cab to the airport. Fast is good. Cabs are fast. Therefore, in Ryan's logic, cabs = good.


No speed is required, except in Heather's paranoid mind, at the moment. She toggles all but the switch that would close the hatch.


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles at Heather, reaching over and stroking her hair. "I'm sure he'll be here soon... We'll just do the pickup, and be on our way home within the next couple of hours."


Ryan Rivers gets in the cab... And is soon driving toward the airport. "Got your stuff... Take it you guys are where we 'parked' last time?" he offers with a chuckle, clearly not knowing what all the fuss is about. Things didn't seem to bad for the time being.


Heather O'Leary nods, "I'm sorry to cut the trip short, but something just feels wrong...." That was said to Liz, whom she is going to let handle the Radio, while she keeps an eye on things, otherwise.


Elizabeth Maxwell nods a little bit. "It's all right. I understand why you're worried..." she glances at her radio, drumming her fingers on her chair. "Yes, same place as we were. Please, hurry?"


Still in the back seat, Ryan just settle back as he speaks into the radio some more. "...Something up?" he asks softly (to make sure the driver doesn't hear), noticing some familiar landmarks close to the airport. "I'm headed there now in a cab. Doesn't get much faster, I think."


Heather O'Leary mutters, "Sure it does... I could drop into the middle of traffic, and pick him up." She is half serious, half joking, "Of course, the Russians wouldn't be very happy..."


Elizabeth Maxwell sighs a little, leaving the radio open, and glancing to Heather. "To say the very least."


Ryan Rivers finally gets to the airport, just shaking his head at what he hears. "People better not call ME paranoid," he offers as he just makes his way toward the area of the airport where his curvy cohorts (one a bit more so than the other) are ready to make off with him back to the ranch.


Heather O'Leary, the less curvy one, just remains quiet, knowing she is being paranoid.


Elizabeth Maxwell just keeps drumming her fingers on the console next to her chair, waiting for Ryan to get through the airport, and to the ship.


Paying the Russian cab, Ryan gets out, getting into visual range of the two in matter of minutes. He looks around, making sure there is no one around that would make him cautious or give him reason to worry.


Heather O'Leary sits behind the controls of the Squad Ship, and if Ryan's hearing can, it would pick up the whine of the Engines. Yup, the Squad Ship is all ready to go.


Elizabeth Maxwell is sitting next to Heather, as before, watching and simply waiting for Ryan to board.


Ryan Rivers merely makes his way toward the Squad Ship.... And makes his way in! "Hey guys... Miss me much?" he asks as he puts down his stuff and takes a seat.


Ryan likely is lucky the door doesn't close on him, as fast as Heather closes it, "Always Ryan, I always miss you." She waits til he is strapped in, than the Squad Ship lifts off, and heads east, east towards Siberia, where it is even colder.


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs a little towards Heather, and holds on as the craft lifts off, glancing about a bit.


Ryan Rivers just chuckles as he smiles back to Heather though it fades for a short time as he reaches for his buckles to strap himself in. "So, we going home now or doing something else?"


Heather O'Leary shakes her head, "Heading to Siberia to get the stuff, than we are going home... I am being paranoid, most likely, but something this whole trip has been sitting wrong in the back of my mind."


Elizabeth Maxwell nods a little at that, smiling. "Being paranoid isn't always a bad thing, especially after what you said of your previous experience here. The fact that it's that different could mean something is up."


Ryan Rivers hrms quietly leans back. "Well, best to just see what happens... Be ready for the worst, hope for the best. Of course, the best never happens around here, but well, should never stop hoping for the trend to change."


Heather O'Leary smirks, slightly, "And on that note, there are some Laser Rifles and your M-16 in the Weapons Locker... I wasn't a boy scout, but my motto is 'be prepared' too."


Elizabeth Maxwell blinks a little and smiles. "Very good planing, dear... I hope we don't have to use them, but..."


"...Um, you sure it is wise to go in packing like that? If it is common practice, that's fine, but no sense in touching something off by accident, know what I mean?" the cop replies, rubbing the back of his head at the mention of the assault weapons.


Heather O'Leary shrugs, "I don't think all of us need go out to make the first contact...."


Elizabeth Maxwell hmms and nods. "Okay..." She pauses a little then. "If you're sure. We could pose as being the ones there to help you load the equipment though..." she considers. "Just would have to take more concealable weapons." She digs her laser pistol out of the place she stashed it, slipping it into her coat.


Ryan Rivers nods as he waits for the ship to touch down. "Since you two are the Russian talkers here... I'll stay here and come out if things go wrong... Sound good to the pair of you, or do you want me out for one reason or another?"


Heather O'Leary arches an eyebrow, "Actually, I speak Russian, I don't think Liz does...."


Elizabeth Maxwell shakes her head a little bit. "No, I don't."


"And here I thought you did just about everything," Ryan offers with a chuckle to Elizabeth, closing his eyes. He might not be able to get any sleep, but at least he can rest his eyes some.


Heather O'Leary controls the craft with a soft touch, and shrugs, "I don't know that we are going into something that will require any fighting... I just haven't felt comfortable..." She sighs, "When this is over, you can all yell at me."


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs a little at Ryan and shakes her head. "Nope. I just do Heather." She grins and pokes Heather then. "I'll spank you when we get back home, if you're right.... hm. Come to think of it, I'll spank you then anyway."


Ryan Rivers offers a slight shrug. "You might be right, who knows... I don't know. Only one way to really find out," Ryan replies despite his closed eyes. He just watches for touch down, the nonverbal cue to unbuckle and all that cool stuff.


Heather O'Leary nods slightly, and as she does, she says softly, "We'll know in two minutes." Yup, there is the warehouse.


Elizabeth Maxwell nods a little, closing her eyes slightly. "Yeah... we will."


Ryan Rivers just opens his eyes, and noticing the warehouse is in sight, he stretches a little with a yawn, trying to get himself up and active for... well, whatever is going to happen.


The craft starts to land, and the warehouse door opens. Easily large enough for the pilot of the craft to land it inside the Warehouse. Which is exactly what Heather does. As soon as the craft stops moving, the warehouse door is closed, to preserve a little heat.


Elizabeth Maxwell watches out the windows, trying to think, a little nervous after Heather's paranoia earlier. She glances around to see if she can figure out how many people are around, at least.


Ryan Rivers just makes his way toward the exit, sighing as he does. "Well, let me load, if that is what we have to do here." He doesn't like the idea of stepping out into a potential firing range IF Heather is right, but well... Nothing can be done now but go out until there is reason to be concerned.


Heather O'Leary nods, "And I have to go, to finish the payment, and since I speak Russian..."


Elizabeth Maxwell nods a little, slipping out. "And I have no intention of staying behind in the ship, so..."


Visitor Shock Trooper #338 and his fellow immune Shock Troopers, are dressed as Humans. They seem to be waiting to load the Squad Ship up with a bunch of crates


Ryan Rivers shrugs faintly, mere making his way out the ship as he tries and figure out who here is the person to talk to, so he can at least see if he remember seeing him before.


Heather O'Leary opens the hatch, and steps out. She moves to the group, and looks at them closely, "Evening."


Elizabeth Maxwell slips out behind Heather, glancing over at the group and offering them a smile and wave.


Visitor Shock Trooper #338's face does not smile, instead it looks cold. The hand of the 'man' goes to it's sidearm, "Welcome to Siberia." The sidearm was concealed under a jacket, and comes up to point at the trio, as does the Lasers of the other 4 'men'. "Surrender to us, or be killed."


Heather O'Leary sighs, "I hate being right." She launches a Spinning kick at the sidearm in the first Visitor's hand.

COMBAT:  Heather O'Leary attacks Visitor Shock Trooper #338 with Martial Arts Kick and hits!
DAMAGE:  15


Elizabeth Maxwell sighs, slipping her weapon out and nodding. "I hate it as well." She picks out another one, and fires the laser pistol for it. "suppose I should watch where I'm shooting in here..."

COMBAT:  Elizabeth Maxwell attacks Visitor Shock Trooper #577 with Visitor Laser Sidearm and hits!
DAMAGE:  49


Visitor Shock Trooper #338 watches as his sidearm goes flying, and he is forced into a hand to hand with the Redhead. He swings his left foot around in a roundhouse.

COMBAT:  Visitor Shock Trooper #338 attacks Heather O'Leary with Brawling Kick and hits!
DAMAGE:  11


Visitor Shock Trooper #577 is shot by the Blond, while trying to get a clear shot on the Third Human... His stun blast goes wild.


Visitor Shock Trooper #574 and #575 aim their sidearms at Ryan. The shots connect strongly, easily knocking the cop out.


Visitor Shock Trooper #576 fires his Laser Pistol, at Elizabeth. His weapon is not on Stun.

COMBAT:  Visitor Shock Trooper #576 attacks Elizabeth Maxwell with Visitor Laser Sidearm and Misses!


Heather O'Leary is hit in the shoulder by the evil Shock Trooper, and sees Ryan go down. She lets out a soft moan, knowing this is not a good thing... She lets the kick push her to the floor, where she uses the fact that she lands on her back as a way to cover her pulling of her pistol, which she levels and fires at the Trooper in front of her.

COMBAT:  Heather O'Leary attacks Visitor Shock Trooper #338 with Glock 20 10 mm Pistol and hits!
DAMAGE:  24


Elizabeth Maxwell sighs as she dodges, glancing to Heather, and nodding slightly. "Or not..." She fires again, hoping she doesn't hit something that'd, y'know, explode when hit with weapon fire.

COMBAT:  Elizabeth Maxwell attacks Visitor Shock Trooper #577 with Visitor Laser Sidearm and hits!
DAMAGE:  48
COMBAT:  Elizabeth Maxwell has knocked Visitor Shock Trooper #577 unconscious!


Visitor Shock Trooper #338 is hit by the mean Redhead with the gun, and tries to spit venom at her, cause that really hurt.

COMBAT:  Visitor Shock Trooper #338 attacks Heather O'Leary with Visitor Venom Spit: Stun and Misses!


Visitor Shock Trooper #574 and #575 aim their sidearms at Ryan again, for some reason, not trusting their shots. The shots hit again.


Visitor Shock Trooper #576 fires his Laser Pistol, at Elizabeth again.

COMBAT:  Visitor Shock Trooper #576 attacks Elizabeth Maxwell with Visitor Laser Sidearm and Misses!


Heather O'Leary rolls forward, quickly, to avoid the Venom, and her pistol fires again as she brings it back to bear on the Trooper.

COMBAT:  Heather O'Leary attacks Visitor Shock Trooper #338 with Glock 20 10 mm Pistol and hits!
DAMAGE:  18


Elizabeth Maxwell evades the fire quickly once again, this time spinning around and sighting in for the one shooting at her. Always best to get rid of them first, yes? She fires again.

COMBAT:  Elizabeth Maxwell attacks Visitor Shock Trooper #576 with Visitor Laser Sidearm and hits!
DAMAGE:  47


Visitor Shock Trooper #338 brings it's left hand forward, to punch at the Rolling Redhead.

COMBAT:  Visitor Shock Trooper #338 attacks Heather O'Leary with Brawling Punch and Misses!


Visitor Shock Trooper #574 and #575 turn thier weapons on Elizabeth, since the boss is too close to the redhead to shoot.

COMBAT:  Visitor Shock Trooper #574 attacks Elizabeth Maxwell with Visitor Laser Sidearm: Stun and Misses!
COMBAT:  Visitor Shock Trooper #575 attacks Elizabeth Maxwell with Visitor Laser Sidearm: Stun and Misses!


Visitor Shock Trooper #576 is hit high in the body by one Laser Blast, and is knocked back. As it is, it fires.

COMBAT:  Visitor Shock Trooper #576 attacks Elizabeth Maxwell with Visitor Laser Sidearm and Misses!


Heather O'Leary ducks under the punch, and lets her pistol fire another shot at this bad, non falling down Visitor.

COMBAT:  Heather O'Leary attacks Visitor Shock Trooper #338 with Glock 20 10 mm Pistol and hits!
DAMAGE:  27
COMBAT:  Heather O'Leary has knocked Visitor Shock Trooper #338 unconscious!


Elizabeth Maxwell dodges and rolls and ducks, not necessarily in that order, trying to avoid multiple blasts. She grumbles at that, and fires again, trying to neutralize one more.

COMBAT:  Elizabeth Maxwell attacks Visitor Shock Trooper #576 with Visitor Laser Sidearm and Misses!
COMBAT:  Visitor Shock Trooper #574 attacks Heather O'Leary with Visitor Laser Sidearm and Misses!


Visitor Shock Trooper #575 and #576 continue to fire on Elizabeth

COMBAT:  Visitor Shock Trooper #575 attacks Elizabeth Maxwell with Visitor Laser Sidearm: Stun and Misses!
COMBAT:  Visitor Shock Trooper #576 attacks Elizabeth Maxwell with Visitor Laser Sidearm and Misses!


Heather O'Leary aims her gun at #574, than shakes her head. She picks up a Laser Sidearm, and brings it up at one of the two Visitors shooting at Elizabeth.

COMBAT:  Heather O'Leary attacks Visitor Shock Trooper #576 with Visitor Laser Sidearm and hits!
DAMAGE:  47
COMBAT:  Heather O'Leary has knocked Visitor Shock Trooper #576 unconscious!


Elizabeth Maxwell swings her pistol back around, after dodging another two blasts, firing once again, smiling as she sees she's down to the last one. Good...

COMBAT:  Elizabeth Maxwell attacks Visitor Shock Trooper #575 with Visitor Laser Sidearm and hits!
DAMAGE:  52


Visitor Shock Trooper #574 fires at Heather, yet again.

COMBAT:  Visitor Shock Trooper #574 attacks Heather O'Leary with Visitor Laser Sidearm and hits!
DAMAGE:  56


Visitor Shock Trooper #575 continues to fire on Elizabeth

COMBAT:  Visitor Shock Trooper #575 attacks Elizabeth Maxwell with Visitor Laser Sidearm: Stun and Misses!


Heather O'Leary is thrown sideways, as she is shot. "Dammit!" She brings her Laser towards the one firing at her.

COMBAT:  Heather O'Leary attacks Visitor Shock Trooper #574 with Visitor Laser Sidearm and hits!
DAMAGE:  48


Elizabeth Maxwell swears loudly as she sees Heather fired on, running over to try and protect her, her own laser pistol going for the one who shot Heather as well, disregarding the one firing on her.

COMBAT:  Elizabeth Maxwell attacks Visitor Shock Trooper #574 with Visitor Laser Sidearm and hits!
DAMAGE:  48
COMBAT:  Elizabeth Maxwell has knocked Visitor Shock Trooper #574 unconscious!


Visitor Shock Trooper #575 is all alone. But he is firing Stun Blasts....

COMBAT:  Visitor Shock Trooper #575 attacks Elizabeth Maxwell with Visitor Laser Sidearm: Stun and hits!
DAMAGE:  STUN
COMBAT:  Visitor Shock Trooper #575 has knocked Elizabeth Maxwell unconscious!


Heather O'Leary watches as Elizabeth is blasted, and she lets out a scream of anger. She levels the Laser at the Enemy, and opens Fire!

COMBAT:  Heather O'Leary attacks Visitor Shock Trooper #575 with Visitor Laser Sidearm and hits!
DAMAGE:  55
COMBAT:  Heather O'Leary has knocked Visitor Shock Trooper #575 unconscious!
REVIVAL:  Elizabeth Maxwell is able to wake themselves up.


Elizabeth Maxwell makes an unhappy noise, and shakes herself back out, grumbling. "Damn..." She hurries over to Heather and wraps arms around. "How bad is it?"


Heather O'Leary holds her left chest/breast area, "I think it's pretty bad babe... Might have gotten into the lung... You'll have to fly us home... after we get... our stuff..." She leans into the hug, and softly says, "I'm sorry... baby..."


After the Laser blasts fade away, a man appears from behind the stack of crates, "Oh, thank God..." He sounds English, "You lived. I'm sorry I couldn't warn you..." He pauses, "My boss will be mad that these things were here, but... I couldn't stop them... You are O'Leary, correct?" He asks Heather.


Elizabeth Maxwell clings tightly to Heather, glancing around to the one speaking. "How the heck did they get up here, anyway? They weren't wearing masks..." She glances up and down at the man. "I'd love to know how they knew where we were going as well, but..." she sighs. "Anyway, yes, she is O'Leary, and I'm her associate, Elizabeth." She grabs the medikit out of the fighter, in short order, then, trying to fix Heather some. "Hold still, honey..."

FIRST AID:  Elizabeth Maxwell attempts First Aid on Heather O'Leary and is able to heal them a little.
FIRST AID:  Elizabeth Maxwell attempts First Aid on Heather O'Leary and is able to heal them a little.
FIRST AID:  Elizabeth Maxwell attempts First Aid on Heather O'Leary and is able to heal them a little.


Heather O'Leary doesn't move, but her pistol remains leveled at the guy, "You get our stuff loaded up, including the bodies of those men.... And maybe I won't shoot you."


The man nods, and whistles, "Boys, load up O'Leary's purchases... and those bodies."


Elizabeth Maxwell closes her eyes very gently, and tries to make certain she can sense the intents from this one. He is human, at least... she slipped in not doing it before.


The men do as they are told, and Heather whispers to Liz, "Better help Ryan... Get him into the Ship...."


Elizabeth Maxwell shakes her head at Heather, whispering. "Put the weapon down, it's not necessary. I'll get Ryan into the ship..."


Indeed, she slips away then, to pull Ryan aboard, coming right back out after to watch.


Heather O'Leary lowers her sidearm a bit, trusting Elizabeth, but she has it out, just in case.


Elizabeth Maxwell hugs Heather gently, after coming back out, wrapping her arms around again, and watching the loading. "It'll be okay, honey..."


Heather O'Leary nods very slightly, "I know... I just wish things had gone smoother."


Elizabeth Maxwell sighs and hugs gently. "I'll get you home... Angel can fix you up good as new quick enough, then we can relax..."


Heather O'Leary nods slightly, "I still worry about over using the quick heal... but in this case, with a flight ahead of us, after an hour of them, at least an hour, loading the Squad Ship... I suppose I had better take it."


Elizabeth Maxwell snuggles tightly. "What worries you about it? Everyone else gets it every time they're hit, anymore, it seems..."


Heather O'Leary sighs, "Angelica said something about it being over used, being dangerous... I have been on the receiving end of it more than anyone else, I think..."


Elizabeth Maxwell hmms a little bit. "Did you, uh, ask her how often it would be, to be overusing? She hasn't mentioned it lately to anyone..."


Heather O'Leary shrugs, "Not really... Even if she says we are safe... does she really know? Humans are just not close enough to Visitors, to be sure..." She sighs and says, "I'm sorry baby, maybe I am worrying for nothing..."


Elizabeth Maxwell snuggles tightly. "She's been having to work with humans for months now..."


Heather O'Leary nods, "I know... but still..." She shakes her head, watching the men load up the Squad Ship for a minute, than says, "I don't know Babe... it's just my, doing the paranoid thing again." Her hand reaches up to her wound, and touches it softly, "If those Visitors don't stop shooting me here, I won't have any breast left for you to play with..."


Elizabeth Maxwell hugs tightly and shakes her head. "Maybe if you talked to her, you wouldn't be so paranoid about it?" She checks the wound. "We need to get you home and fixed back up."


Heather O'Leary nods, "Not until the stuff is loaded...." She sighs, "I hope they don't have a Skyfighter waiting for us, just in case," Yup, getting shot sure doesn't help the paranoia.


Elizabeth Maxwell nods a little bit. "I know... they should be just about done loading, I hope..." She sighs. "I hope not. Maybe we could use the ships radio to call base, and get a fighter in the air for support, in case we do?"


Heather O'Leary nods, "There is always another choice. They probably Expect us to take the direct Flight path. Straight from here to LA. We could go North, over the Pole, or Head West, and go the Long way...."


Elizabeth Maxwell hmms and nods. "If you think it'd be safer... going over the pole sounds a little more likely, in terms of getting home in better time..."


Heather O'Leary nods, "Or we go up into the Atmosphere... Just a little slower, so we aren't a beacon to anyone watching..." She shrugs... "You're going to have to fly us Home, so it is your choice..."


Elizabeth Maxwell nods a little bit. "Well, I just want us to get home in one piece, that's the important thing. After that, being quick about it so you can be fixed up."


Heather O'Leary says softly, "I'm not going to die, Love. As long as you get us home in the next 24 hours or so, I can promise, I won't be dying."


Elizabeth Maxwell snuggles tightly. "I just want you fixed up quick, so I can baby you some while you rest and get better."


Heather O'Leary tries to hold back a chuckles, "I see... you just want to pamper me?" She is unable to hold the chuckle back, which quickly turns into a cough, and a pain-filled expression, "No.. No more laughing, OK Love?"


Elizabeth Maxwell eeps a little bit at that, and wraps her arms around Heather more tightly. "Maybe you should sit down and rest in the ship? Or on the boarding ramp or something?"


Heather O'Leary is sitting on the nice cold floor, it is kind of comfortable, "I'd rather not be in the ship, just in case... and on the boarding ramp, I'd be in the way..."


Elizabeth Maxwell sighs and hugs tightly. "I just want to make sure you're up somewhere you won't have to move a lot from, till we get home, then its right to the infirmary from the ship."


Heather O'Leary nods, "I just want to make sure the loading is done, than pay... than get us the hell home, before the Visitors come in with more Troopers... I wanted the bodies of these, because either they have created an Anti-Toxin, or these are immune... I want to know which is the truth..."


Elizabeth Maxwell hmms a little bit and nods. "Yeah... definitely a bad sign. We should try contacting other groups and finding out if they've had any similar attempts. If they're testing an anti-toxin, they'd do it more than just here. IF they knew it was us, I'm surprised they'd be 'testing' it instead of trying to show up when we got here, with gas masks..." she hmms. "But if it was past the test stage, they'd be moving into position to retake areas in the dust zone, as well..." She ponders.


Heather O'Leary nods, "Which may mean these were immune... which means if we can find out why they are immune, we could... isolate what makes them immune, and have something made that will work against them too..."


Elizabeth Maxwell hmms and nods. "It also means something else as well. If there are immune ones, there can't be that many, or they'd be trying to do more things above the dust line than they have been. It just depends on how limited the numbers are. If they're small enough, it could be a significant dent every time one is lost."


Heather O'Leary nods, "Which means Diana sent these here, to get something specific... Meaning she knew it was you, or me... Or both. Knowing I was here, wouldn't be hard, since the President did... You would mean something else... However, I doubt it matters. I should have stunned one of them, not killed them..."


Elizabeth Maxwell hmms and shrugs. "If she knew it was both of us, it was probably from airport security cameras or something similar."


Heather O'Leary shrugs, "I don't know..." She watches as the last Pallet of Missiles for the Harrier is loaded. She calls out to the mean, in Russian, "The Visitor Bodies and weapons are ours too. Load them up."


Elizabeth Maxwell hmms a little. "I'll search them, maybe one had a datapad with a copy of their orders. If we're really lucky."


Heather O'Leary nods, and begins the slow process of standing up, so they can get this over with. To Liz she says softly, "There is a briefcase under the Pilot's console... It is the second half of the payment...."


Elizabeth Maxwell nods at Heather, trying to help her get up, as much as she possibly can, before going to get it. As soon as Heather is up, she hurries into the ship, bringing the briefcase out, walking over towards the one ordering about the loaders.


Heather O'Leary moves over to that one two, "Here it is. The other half. Count it if you want." She hopes he doesn't, because she has no desire for Liz or Ryan to know just how she got all the money that is being paid. Not that she broke any rules, but knowing that the President authorized the funds might make them wonder why they didn't just go get American Supplies.


Elizabeth Maxwell watches quietly, blinking at the amount of money in the briefcase and glancing to Heather.


Heather O'Leary shrugs to Liz, and says softly, "Ask me later..." She looks at English Guy, and smiles, "Everything good?" He nods, and motions to the guys loading, "Load up that special equipment, the Boss said to..." Another crate is loaded onto the Squad Ship, along with a few other BIG Boxes, "That is a bonus from the Boss... He saw you admiring one in the shop..."


Elizabeth Maxwell nods a little at Heather, raising her eyebrows as she hears the final order from the Englishman, and glancing over at the boxes being added, raising her eyebrows.


Heather O'Leary arches an eyebrow, "I see... Thank you." With that done, she begins the slow walk towards the Squad Ship.


Elizabeth Maxwell wraps her arms around Heather, to help her to the squadship, then, glancing about at all of it. "Hope they don't send anyone else after we leave..." She sighs.


Heather O'Leary shrugs, "If they do... Not our responsibility..." She glances at the English Guy, "Although, I highly recommend you clean this place out, and get the hell out of the area, ASAP..." She shrugs. Into the Squad Ship she goes.


Elizabeth Maxwell sighs a little and nods, climbing into the squadship right alongside.


Heather O'Leary slips to a seat towards the middle, where she can actually lay down. She collapses into it, and slides sideways, "Liz... I... am.. Going to... take a nap..."


Elizabeth Maxwell slips over to the seat, sighing slightly, and watching. "Just make sure you'll wake up after? I'll have us home in 5 minutes."


Heather O'Leary says softly, "Just fly carefully, OK?"


Elizabeth Maxwell smiles, powering the ship up, and backing it out of the warehouse, before flying it north, and blasting it upward out beyond the atmosphere. "I will, don't worry."


Heather O'Leary's eyes close as the ship takes off. She is dozing before the forward movement starts.


Elizabeth Maxwell sighs softly, glancing back with some worry at the sleeping Heather. She pulls the ship over the pole, and back down, not doing atmospheric till the last moment she has to, as the ship heads southwards.


Heather O'Leary continues to doze, not a deep sleep, but she is trying to avoid thinking about the pain.


Elizabeth Maxwell tries to avoid dropping the ship completely like a stone, trying to go for a little more gradual approach to the ranch, to keep Heather asleep. She pulls it down into the yard very gently.


Heather O'Leary feels the Squad Ship bump to a landing, but stays as she is, too much work to try and sit up.


Elizabeth Maxwell sets the ship down gently, and powers it down, opening the main boarding ramp, and slipping out from the ship, to go get whichever doctor is on duty.


Heather O'Leary's eyes follow Liz, as she leaves the ship, they than close, to await the Soon to arrive Doc.


Angelica slips back aboard with Elizabeth, a few moments later, walking back for Heather, with her equipment in her bag. She slips over to Heather's seat, and very gently starts to check for the injuries, both laser and non.


Elizabeth Maxwell sits down into the seat next to Heather, to hold her hand quietly while she's being fixed.


Heather O'Leary asks Angel softly, "Are you sure there is no long term danger from the stuff you use?"


Angelica shakes her head. "There shouldn't be, no. The only thing I've ever heard of potentially happening was that if it was used basically every day, the cells would forget how to heal themselves and become dependent on it to do so. But I've never in my career seen or heard of anyone having to have it used on them every day."


Elizabeth Maxwell squeezes Heather's hand gently. then holds it softly in both of hers.


Heather O'Leary nods slightly, "But that is on Sirians... what about Humans?"


Angelica shrugs a little bit. "It shouldn't... I've been trying to make sure to check people it's been used on, after the fact, to make certain it wasn't causing issues later on..."


Elizabeth Maxwell hugs Heather a little bit and shakes her head. "You're the only one I've heard worry about it after the first time. Not sure if that means anything or not, other than people just wanting to be fixed right away, instead of waiting several days, but..."


Heather O'Leary shrugs, "You know me... paranoid..."


Angelica sighs a little, running the scanner over Heather quietly, before commenting. Then she nods at it. "Well, it's your choice of course. The blast hit pretty hard though, it'll be at least a week with the cream and such, till you should do anything strenuous with it."


Elizabeth Maxwell stays quiet, just holding the hand.


Heather O'Leary says softly, "A week of Elizabeth pampering me, or a couple days of bed rest, before I can pamper her? Easy choice Doc... Just fix it up."


Elizabeth Maxwell laughs a little bit and shakes her head. "I'd pamper you anyway even if you didn't need it, just to do it."


Angelica laughs a little bit and raises her eyebrows, nodding. "Okay, then..." she slips the clothes off from above it, and starts working on it.

MEDICAL:  Angelica attempts to heal Heather O'Leary and is able to heal them a little.


Heather O'Leary's eyes close as the work begins. "Not in the Infirmary?"


Angelica smiles, looking Heather over quietly. "Your girlfriend was concerned that you might not want to move to the infirmary, as tired as you seemed." She continues to work, finishing up on the laser wound, and checking over the shoulder, hmm'ing at it and checking for anything beyond a bruise, before figuring out painkiller dosages for it.


LOG ENDS

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